So I finally finished my thesis and my master's degree. The thrall of actually having some free time made me lazy for a few weeks until I decided I needed to finish some more drabbles! I will continue to post the next ones every other day or so--so please keep reviewing and I will keep posting ;)XIV. Behind the Blue Curtain
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Motoki sighed as he tried to clean up the slowly melting chocolate shake from his previously spotless counter. After discarding his first towel (which was now a chocolate mess) and grabbing a clean cloth, he went back to work on the counter and tried not to glare at his two bickering friends.

He had come out from the kitchen just in time to see Usagi's nose scrunch up in anger as she pummeled her tall opponent in the chest with her small fists. In the midst of their heated debate the shake she was eating must have spilled on the counter and had slowly dripped its way down onto his porcelain floor.

'I must spend half of my life cleaning these floors and counter' he thought sadistically as he continued his attack on the dripping mess.

Usagi's newest friend Makoto had recently made the comment that Motoki must really like his counters clean with how often he was wiping them. The truth was, with friends who argued like Mamoru and Usagi—he needed to be constantly cleaning up the little spills they left behind in the heat of the moment.

Looking up from their most recent mess he spied his friends by the Sailor V console. The two were now engaged in a vicious thumb war while exchanging harsh insults. Amused, Motoki sat back from his cleaning for a moment and watched as they pulled their entangled hands back and forth. Shaking his head at their antics he wondered when they would ever stop acting like they hated each other and just realized what everyone else knew.

With a deafening screech—the end of the thumb war was declared; and Motoki didn't even have to look up to realize that Usagi must have lost spectacularly and left quickly in an effort to hide her hurt feelings.

"Oy! Motoki-kun! When you're done could you get me a new shake please?"

Looking up from the mess on the floor, Motoki met the unremorseful gaze of his best friend. After a few moments of silence, Mamoru shifted nervously and couldn't really meet his gaze anymore.

"Um…are you okay 'Toki?"

With a short nod, Motoki only went back to cleaning his friends mess and answered. "Mamoru—I really hope you'll be ready when the curtain might fall."